Chapter 173 Is it a dream or reality? Her life was unbelievably smooth...
As their eyes met, they slowly drew closer, their snow-white hair falling into the water like a brocade of moonlight spreading out and drifting with the current, eventually clinging to Lin Feiran's neck.
It itched a little, so she quietly splashed water away.
But the person in front of him drew closer and closer, and then that alluring, cold fragrance swept over everything.
His snow-white eyelashes were slightly lowered, and the red marks on his eyes flew sideways, making his gaze appear intensely vivid. After pausing for a moment, he continued to trace Lin Feiran's face.
Even the most exquisite and meticulous painters, when copying portraits, probably couldn't be as slow and careful as he was.
...
Lin Feiran had lived for nineteen years and had never seen such a scene before. She was stunned for a moment, then her throat moved slightly, but she didn't know how to speak, so she stepped back half an inch and accidentally drank a mouthful of bitter sea water.
It was indeed made from lotus seeds, and its calming effect was well-deserved. After one sip, she felt her mind become much clearer, and all her worries vanished.
"Your Majesty..."
Ru Xian's eyes held a faint smile, but he didn't get any closer. He simply slid his hand over her right wrist, and the sprig of winter plum blossom was in his hand.
He straightened up and sat back down, then leaned against the awning, a smile playing on his lips as he looked at the object in his hand.
A delicate strand of hair is entwined on a vigorous plum branch, its rich reddish-brown color contrasting sharply with the pure white of the snow, making it impossible to ignore.
He gazed at him, his emerald eyes gleaming with a light Lin Feiran had never seen before, like the morning dew or the shimmering light of dusk, completely different from his usual flamboyant self.
Instead, there was an indescribable calm and secrecy.
Lin Feiran was immersed in the Bitter Sea Pool, and even she couldn't help but be stunned by the radiance she had never seen before.
He seems to really like it.
Even if she gave him a wildflower she had picked casually today, he would still show that kind of look in his eyes.
With a slight thought, she floated to the side of the boat, grabbed the gunwale, and nimbly flipped herself aboard.
The moment they emerged from the water, the water droplets on their clothes fell back like flowing silver, leaving not a single inch wet.
She turned around and looked away, remaining silent for a moment.
There are many such enchanting little worlds, and the variety of magical treasures is probably a bit tiresome for Ru Xian.
She squatted at the bow of the boat and couldn't help but smile. Ru Xian noticed and looked up at her.
"Is there anything you'd like to say?"
Lin Feiran turned around. He was bathed in sunlight, his fingertips twirling delicate flower petals, his eyes shimmering like clear waves.
She immediately sat down cross-legged, pondered for a moment, and thought that now that the two of them had a special relationship, they should naturally be more honest with each other.
"Actually, when I picked this sprig of winter plum, I intended to give it to you. Even without today's events, I still wanted to give it to you."
As Ru Xian raised his eyebrows slightly and spoke to her, his fingertips were still caressing the sprig of winter plum: "Why didn't you send it before?"
"Do you remember when I went to your room a few days ago and we had a meal together? Actually, I was thinking of giving you something back then..."
Lin Feiran initially looked a little uncomfortable, but as she spoke, she became more relaxed.
"When I was traveling, I picked a sprig of winter cicada plum and naturally wanted to bring it back to you. However, your room is full of pearls, the rare and precious Jian Shan stone is only used as a bronze mirror, and the secluded orchids hanging from the four corners of the eaves are almost like a bird's nest..."
Even though the winter plum blossom is precious, it's not much of a treasure to you. If I were to give it to you, you might not like it.
But when I saw that clump of dandelions later, I realized that I had been overthinking things.
The hand that had been caressing her with the sleet paused slightly; she hadn't expected Lin Feiran to have thought so much behind her back.
Just as he was about to speak, he saw her sitting cross-legged opposite him slowly raise a smile, somewhat shy, yet full of youthful passion.
"At that time, I thought that giving gifts is all about the sentiment, and I felt that my sentiment was more precious than any of your treasures."
It seems that way now; it hasn't been outdone, and you just really like it.
This is not out of arrogance or conceit, but because she has this confidence.
A person's sincere intentions are no less valuable than any treasure.
Ru Xian gazed at her silently. A gentle breeze lifted her long hair, obscuring her vision, but it still couldn't hide Lin Feiran's appearance in his eyes.
He didn't know how to describe the surging emotions in his heart at this moment. He felt full everywhere, yet there was an indescribable emptiness emanating from it. Only Lin Feiran could fill this void.
After quietly adjusting his breathing, he closed his eyes slightly, then quickly opened them again, and sighed with an ambiguous expression.
"Indeed, among three people walking together, there is bound to be one who can teach me. Your flowers are by no means inferior to any other in the world."
After sighing, he couldn't help but chuckle softly: "No wonder you kept glancing into my room. I thought you had your eye on something but were too embarrassed to tell me. Turns out you were thinking about this."
He certainly noticed Lin Feiran's gaze, and even prepared a treasure box filled with many of the room's ornaments, intending to send them all over.
Unexpectedly, there was such a pitiful reason behind it.
He leaned against the boat, his gaze fixed on Lin Feiran, then raised an eyebrow and smiled, a jade ring immediately appearing in his palm.
"Here, take this."
Lin Feiran asked, "What is this?"
"Want to know what it is? Just come closer and you'll see clearly," Ru Xian said, waving the jade ring with a hint of seduction.
Lin Feiran appears composed, but her curiosity is also very strong when there is no danger.
After all, this is how studious people are.
She had just stepped forward when Ru Xian grabbed her wrist and pulled her away from the Bitter Sea Pool.
A gust of wind flashed past, the eaves seemed to recede, and in a few breaths, the two arrived in front of a bronze door.
Two emerald-eyed, golden-eyed beasts sat upright on either side of the bronze gate. Upon seeing the figure like a hailstone, they immediately rushed forward, circling around it like puppies, their tongues lolling out.
Lin Feiran looked around and immediately understood that this was indeed Ruxun's treasure trove.
He released his grip, carrying Han Chanmei to the bronze door, turned back to her, raised his chin, and smiled.
"Come and open the door."
Lin Feiran walked over: "Do you have a key?"
He didn't say anything, but just looked at her wrist with his eyes.
Lin Feiran looked down and saw that the jade ring had grown larger at some point and was now on her wrist, the size of which was just right.
"This is the key."
He lifted Lin Feiran's wrist, silently recited the incantation, and then clearly formed a hand seal in front of her.
"This single sprig of winter plum blossom is enough to exchange for the entire treasure trove; consider it my return gift."
Does this demonstrate the preciousness of such sentiment?
This was something Lin Feiran hadn't expected. Just as she was about to refuse, Ru Xian smoothed out the patterns on the jade ring and simply channeled her spiritual power into it.
"In that case, only you can open the treasure vault. Go now, I would like to borrow the spiritual items in your treasure vault."
The word "borrow" weighed heavily on Lin Feiran's shoulder. She stepped forward and opened the treasure vault, still somewhat dazed.
But when they saw the treasure behind the bronze door, they were filled with astonishment.
Various magical treasures were neatly arranged on the shelves, row upon row, which was almost overwhelming.
"Your Excellency, how did you collect so many treasures?" It's probably more than the Daohe Palace has.
As if wisps of hail were moving freely among them: "When I was young and ignorant, I loved to collect shiny, luminous things. Most of these things were spiritual treasures. I encountered many of them on my journey to find spiritual herbs, and I couldn't resist taking them all into my possession."
Later, when the mustard seed bag couldn't hold it all and it became too cumbersome, they refined this treasure vault.
After assuming this position, various tribes showered him with gifts daily, piling them all up until, over time, this place came to be.
Lin Feiran followed behind him, and at each place they passed, golden lamps lit up, instantly making the treasure vault shimmer with light and sparkle.
With a sigh in her heart, she followed him and asked, "What are you looking for here?"
Ru Xian stopped and looked back at her, saying matter-of-factly, "Naturally, we should find a suitable vase."
"Furthermore, although the Cicada Plum is rare, it cannot survive for long after being separated from the main trunk, even with runes. So we must find another way."
I can't bear to watch it wither and shrivel.
The two walked to the treasure shelf on the left, which was full of vase of various shapes and sizes.
Ru Xian glanced at her sideways: "Since you sent the flowers, you can choose this vase as well."
Lin Feiran wasn't good at this kind of makeup, but she had her own preferences. After looking around, she took down the celadon vase painted with peach blossoms.
Is this okay?
Ru Xian looked at the peach blossoms on the bottle, smiled, and nodded: "Of course."
After selecting the bottle, he led Lin Feiran to the right, explaining the classification of the spiritual treasures in the treasure vault as they walked, before they stood before a clear pool.
"This is the Weak Water that I once poured into."
He took the bottle, bent down to fetch water, and then raised his hand to summon a clump of snow grass, sprinkling it into the bottle.
"Weak water does not stagnate. Adding some snow grass can neutralize the poison in the water. With the help of a magic array, even after tens of thousands of years, this plum will remain as it was."
Looking at the treasure bottle in his hand, Lin Feiran couldn't help but think that his cherished heart was actually more precious than this treasure trove.
Stroking the jade ring on her wrist, she looked at Ruxie's half-squatting figure, bent down and leaned closer, a smile playing on her lips.
...
Since the battle to capture the city, the fox clan has undergone a complete transformation. King Qingping abdicated to recuperate, Qingyao ascended to the throne, and all the elders assisted her.
Meanwhile, news of the Demon Lord leading human envoys in a battle of magic against the Slender Waist King and others had already spread throughout the demon realm. The fox clan had been on tenterhooks for several days, but had not yet seen the Demon Lord's figure, and had only recently been able to get a good night's sleep.
Rumors circulated that the Demon Lord spared the fox clan because Qiu Tong had a close relationship with the human envoy and had taken the initiative to kidnap Qingping King.
Despite the numerous rumors, they did not reach Qiu Tong and the others, who were too busy to pay attention to the gossip in the city.
Especially Qiu Tong and Jiu Xing.
Jiuxing and Qingping Wang grew up together as childhood sweethearts and had a deep and loving relationship. For hundreds of years, they have been loving and harmonious. No one understands Qingping Wang better than her.
To her, the changes in Prince Qingping were always unusual, so she went to see him every day, hoping to hear some truth from him.
Meanwhile, Qiu Tong was busy investigating the matter of her uncle's imprisonment.
She asked many elders, and they all gave the same answer.
Twenty years ago, my second uncle, who was always on good terms with my father, had a dispute and the two parted on bad terms.
About two or three months later, a magical treasure was stolen from the Fox King's Palace. Everyone chased after the thief, and the elders all tried to stop him. The thief was no match for them and fell from mid-air, revealing his true face.
The thief was her second uncle, Langqiu.
After that day, the elders were furious and rebuked him for being foolish and stupid.
The magical treasures in the Fox King's Palace are relics left by our ancestors, capable of protecting the fox clan for a thousand years. To steal them so easily is to abandon the fox clan.
After discussion, considering that he was a descendant of the fox clan, the group could not bear to take his life and instead imprisoned him to reflect on his actions for a hundred years.
Later, while practicing asceticism in prison, Langqiu went astray, fell into a deep stupor and nightmare, and went mad, no longer knowing anything about the world.
After hearing this, Qiu Tong felt a chill creep over her for no apparent reason, and her mind became heavy.
In his previous life, he was the leader of the fox clan's chaos, but now he has been reduced to a prisoner, and he looks mentally unstable and crazy.
If she hadn't actually met Consort Wei at Daohe Palace, seen Lin Feiran, and experienced many familiar events, she would almost have thought that her past life was just a dream.
...
Qiu Tong suddenly stood up, her two arched eyebrows furrowed tightly, and she couldn't help but pace back and forth in the room with hurried steps.
How could she be so sure that her past life wasn't just a dream? Was it simply because she met them?
But whether it was Wei Changzai or Lin Feiran, they were different from her previous life, or rather, different from what she saw in her dream.
Because it's a dream, it's different from what actually happened.
Moreover, rebirth is utter nonsense for cultivators. Even saints in the Returning to Truth Realm cannot achieve it, so how could she?
But if that weren't the case, how would she know what Daohe Palace looks like if she stayed in the Demon Realm all this time, and how would she know such an annoying disciple as Pei Yu?
Is there really such a coincidence in the world?
The more Qiu Tong thought about it, the more alarmed and bewildered she became. Memories from both lifetimes tangled in her mind, almost turning into a complete mess.
She even began to doubt that everything was just a dream.
She dreamt that she was reborn, that she was going to save Consort Wei, and that she actually started getting up early to practice swordsmanship...
This was almost impossible for her, given her previous playful nature.
She wanted to confide in someone, to have someone analyze her situation, but who could she talk to about something so bizarre?
Her mother and siblings might think she was under a spell, causing her to lose her mind, but she dared not say anything to others. After thinking it over and over, she couldn't help but think of Lin Feiran again.
What if Lin Feiran thinks she's mentally ill and doesn't want to associate with her anymore?
Don't do that!
She couldn't help but exclaim.
"Master, what's wrong?" The spirit of the Tai'a sword appeared, looking at her with a puzzled expression.
Qiu Tong looked at the aloof little girl in front of her and suddenly came back to her senses.
This is the Tai'a Sword, which she actually obtained in her previous life. Even in a dream, nothing could be so absurd and daring!
"Tai'a Sword, I have a question for you, and you must answer it seriously! You say I am the destined master of Tai'a Sword, but how was that determined?"
The spirit of the Tai'a sword sat on the roof, swinging on a swing, and said with an innocent look, "This kind of thing is very mysterious. It can only be understood intuitively and cannot be explained in words. It can only be said that there is a feeling in the dark."
A relationship as destined as ours is bound together by fate; heaven and earth will surely connect us. Perhaps you've even seen us in your dreams before.
"how so!"
Qiu Tong couldn't help but shout out, burying her head in the covers, her eyes filled with panic.
But thinking about it, it's perfectly normal.
In her dream, her life was going too smoothly, almost unbelievably so.
My parents have always been very loving and rarely had any disagreements.
My father was the king of his tribe, but he devoted himself to his wife and children and never expanded his territory with other tribes.
As a powerful figure, his only wish was for his child to be safe and happy; he had no requirements whatsoever regarding cultivation.
The nine siblings were all of one mind and had a harmonious relationship; there was never any jealousy or resentment between them.
After growing up, she successfully slipped out of the demon realm and ended up at Daohe Palace by chance. There she met a young human prodigy who didn't understand love, but the two fell in love innocently and their feelings were so deep that they couldn't bear to part. He doted on her and couldn't live without her.
In Daohe Palace, anyone who bullied her ended up in a miserable state. Even proud women like Lin Feiran and Pei Yu could only helplessly fall to her.
During their cultivation, wherever they went, she and Wei Changzai would always encounter rare treasures. Even if they fell off a cliff, they would bump into the Skywalker who lived in seclusion at the bottom of the cliff and receive his guidance to break through their cultivation level!
She even went to the Sacred Valley. Despite not being a sword cultivator, she was able to retrieve the famous sword Tai'a!
She had been completely unaware of it before, but now, upon reflection, she realized that such a life was utterly unbelievable!
Qiu Tong's mind was in complete confusion, her heart was pounding, and her breathing was rapid. No matter how she thought about it, she couldn't make sense of it. Was it a dream or reality?
Just then, a reprimand rang in her ears, and a cold, spiritual light suddenly surged into the altar, finally bringing her complex thoughts to a halt.
"Master, what are you doing? I almost fell into a nightmare just now!"
The spirit of the Tai'a sword leaped down from the roof beam and stood by the bed. Although her eyes had no pupils, one could see her urgency and concern in her expression.
Qiu Tong opened her eyes and sat on the bed, her forehead covered in cold sweat and her heart pounding. After being cleansed by that spiritual light, her mind finally relaxed.
She shook her head, immediately took out the jade token that allowed her to transmit information, and solemnly wrote a sentence.
"Lin Feiran, I have something to discuss with you."
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